Spirits of the Underworld - by Ashley Daniels - Poetry - http://maxpages.com/figiteers/Spirits_of_the

I know it was pathetic.
But I couldn't help but be scared.
i don't know what it was,
or who it was,
for that matter.
But someone,
or something,
was there.
I don't have proof.
It's just one of those things you know.
I could feel it,
and I could sense being watched.
I couldn't see anybody,
anywhere,
but I may not have looked close enough.
Or it may have been a camera.
I kinda doubt those.
What I really think,
is...
it was a ghost.
I don't its purpose.
It could have been anything.
I've had a lot of experience,
with the type.
It's not uncommon to me.
But it normally doesn't scare me,
although,
normally,
they come right out and show themselves.
This one was shy,
not wanting to be seen.
but also not very smart,
at being sneaky.
Cause I knew,
I was just trying,
to find an excuse,
but I'm just gonna face it,
cause I know it's the truth.

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